Death is Blind: Tulpa Chapbook Series

By Brian Knight

When the shattered remnants of a planet killing meteor called The Fist of God hits earth, death and destruction threaten to end human civilization, but The Fist of God is only the beginning of Earth’s tribulation.

A terrible Pale Rider leads the dead against survivors in the small town of Orofino, Idaho, killing and converting them.

One teenage girl is the key to humanity’s survival, but first she must survive the Pale Rider and his army of the dead.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tulpa Books
• Release date: Jun 6, 2020

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Death is Blind

Tulpa Chapbook Series

Brian Knight

Contents

Brian Knight’s Knightmares

Death is Blind

The Fist of God

Rotters

The Pale Rider

Death is Blind

About Brian Knight

This edition published by Tulpa Books. Copyright © 2018 by Brian Knight. Previously published as Blinding Death in 2006 by Solitude Publication in And Hell Followed With Them. All rights reserved.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reprinted, reproduced, transmitted, distributed, or used commercially for any reason without the permission of the author.

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Praise for Brian Knight

Brian Knight's writing shines with a dark brilliance. Douglas Clegg, author of The Children’s Hour

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Death is Blind

The Fist of God

Jeremy Russell

Idaho Correctional Institution of Orofino, Prison Fire Crew

The Prisoner

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I didn’t know it was coming until the night of the explosion, the night the western sky lit up and the air here on good old terra firma hummed from the force of the blast. Nobody had bothered to tell me about the coming death from the sky. Everything I know about it now, I learned after the fact. Some desert-dwelling egghead spotted it through his 70 inch telescope during his nightly star gazing, and in the two days between discovery and its fiery entry through Earth’s atmosphere, it was the big news.

The animals went crazy in the hours before the sky fell. A herd of deer charged down the main strip, slamming cars with their antlers, chasing anyone they saw back behind the safety of locked doors. They trampled some folks, and I heard the warden’s secretary lost her six-year-old daughter in the stampede outside Barney’s Foods. Later, a black bear wandered into town and ran the deer off before our entire policed force (yes, both of them), cornered and shot it in the grade school playground. This may have been bullshit, but it made for a few minutes of interesting conversation while I was fighting fires with the rest of the convicts in what used to be the town of Konkolville.

Then the dogs came. Strays, pets, and a feral pack living in the woods outside of town. They formed a bigger pack, roaming the main drag through town, occasionally tearing each other up, chasing people, and generally scaring the living shit out of everyone.

Again, this might have been bullshit, but it was interesting bullshit, and it made us feel a little better about being behind a razor-wire fence while it was going down.

When I left Orofino almost twenty years ago, I swore it was for good and fucking ever. I’d had enough of this town and the people. Lana liked it here, but let me have my way, and we moved to Lewiston.

The few years that followed were the best of my life. I married Lana, and a few years later, we had a baby. Work was hard to find, and hard to keep when I did find it, but we survived.

Then I fucked it all up.

I spent the next decade a the maximum-security prison near Boise, only to be transferred to Idaho Correctional Institution in Orofino. ICIO is a minimum-security prison a few miles east of downtown Orofino between the high school and State Hospital North psychiatric hospital.

I was back home again.

Then the rock fell on Konkolville, an almost town of about one hundred folks that grew around a lumber mill ten miles to the east. They figure the piece was the size of a car, maybe smaller, but the concussion leveled Konkolville, blew out windows on the east end of downtown Orofino, and set fire to everything in between.

I was a part of the prison fire crew they brought in to put the fire out before it reached downtown Orofino. It was nice to get out for a while, even if the world they let me out into had gone completely bug-shit. I started on a crew of ten, equipped with two backhoes, some pickaxes, and shovels. They split us into two groups of five, each group under armed guard, and we started from the highway just past Carnie Road digging trenches north toward the rocky southern slope